At first I wasn’t sure what was on the roof, but then I saw it was the old torn quilt that Lisa Carrino gave me. I had it drying on the clothesline overnight.
I imagined it blowing off the line and sailing over the roof of the house, finally getting tangled in the lilac bush.
I got out the ladder and didn’t realize it was frozen till I tried to get it down. And as I tugged on it, I imagined it holding it’s shape, and suddenly it became a sculpture.
I placed it on the snow covered ground, the perfect setting for the frozen quilt and began documenting it with photos and a video before it could melt.